For weeks, training became my only focus. I was determined to master every element, to harness the powers that had been passed down through my bloodline, but each step was a grueling battle against myself. The wolves stayed by my side in the beginning, offering their guidance, but as my frustration grew, so did the distance between us. One by one, they began to leave, wary of the storm brewing inside me.
Each day started the same. I would rise at dawn, my body sore from the day before, and head straight to the clearing. The wind was often my first opponent. I’d practice bending it to my will, summoning gusts to lift fallen leaves or stir the air around me. At first, it was easy to manipulate small movements, but as I pushed for more—trying to conjure a force powerful enough to knock down
